I see these pictures of the good old days; and the look very immature and simple. There is even something funny about them. Back then I had got so excited about what I had seen. The possibilities were huge, and I had in mind what I wished to be, or wished to have, and perhaps every little halp; every little advancement was huge then.

There I could see something that was far far away, and yet, I could sense it; I could feel it; I wished for it to be here, and just like playing LEGO where I could have a grasp of the future, and by having little souvenirs play with them.